There is a place where inner and outer worlds combine like Voltron; where tsunamis are humanity’s greatest enemy; where Lucy (you know, Miss 5¢ psychiatrist from Peanuts) finally gets what she deserves; and Cracker Barrel is a toilet-plunger swashbuckling hellhole. … read more

Usually, when I pick up something for light reading, I don’t expect to be going in for existential dread, but this thing gave me night terrors. Psycho Holosuite is something of a companion to Gupter Puncher Issue 16; they were both produced by the same people and have a similar theme: vague existentialism and horror. … read more

I never imagined that Mega Man would make me question the nature of my reality. Gupter Puncher Issue 16 is the first Gupter Puncher zine I’ve ever read, and it makes me curious to go back and read issues 1–15, though, apparently, some of the earlier issues have gone missing. … read more

If you’re a typical resident of Salt Lake City, or perhaps even just “The West,” there’s a chance that your ancestors aren’t very clear, mentally. Meaning, you can’t say much about your greatgreat-grandparents other than that you have a vague awareness that they belonged to the nomadic, proletariat mass of people who left their homes at some point for greener pastures. … read more

In a contemporary time, an ordinary man is turned into a deadly gunman. The protagonist was a man who was beaten, raped and watched his bastard son’s mother participate in group sex with the whole junior varsity football team on prom night. … read more

I was greeted upon opening the monochromatic first issue by a photo of a lacy thong hanging off a stiletto heel and a blurb about the editor, Sakellis Manos, aka “~manoc~”. Amphetamine Blues publishes album reviews, both new and old, as well as interviews, quotes from well-known musicians and simple biographies of underground, lesser-known bands. … read more

Despite being a non-religious fellow, there have been a few times in my life when I really envy people who are well-versed in the Bible. Though, no duh, shame on me for not being so. The shit’s canon. Regardless, this zine presents a brilliant concept on the complicated relationship between poetry, words and their relationship to “the truth.” … read more